[y/n] woke up and screamed when she saw that there was someone sitting next to her, watching her every move. She was about to keep screaming until she noticed who was sitting there. It was the boy from before! He had returned with his lyre! [y/n] quickly sat up and was about to say something, but the sound of the boy's voice stopped her.

"Come home with me," said the blushing poor boy. He started to strum his lyre.

Confused, [y/n] said, "Who are you?"

"The man who's gonna marry you! I'm Orpheus," said the boy, reaching for the beautiful girl's hand. But, [y/n] pulled away. She looked around and noticed someone watching them from behind a tree. She assumed that it was the boy's father- who else would accompany him from afar for such a moment? She decided to bring the strange tree-man into the conversation.

"Is he always like this," [y/n] yelled.

Orpheus turned around and watched as Hermes emerged confidently from behind the tree. He gave the embarrassed Orpheus a nod of encouragement. His silky voice said, "Yes."

The girl decided to take a chance. The boy was cute, made her happy, and he seemed to have some sort of magic talent. Plus, he had a nice father. "I'm [y/n]," she said.

Orpheus grinned. "Your name is like a melody!"

"A singer, is that what you are?"

"I also play the lyre..."

[y/n] laughed and said, "Oh, a liar, AND a player too! I've met too many men like you." She shuddered at the thought of her past relationships. She was never able to fall fully in love, as survival often got in the way.

"Oh, no. I'm not like that!" said Orpheus. He was struggling to find what to say next. Luckily, as always, Hermes came to the rescue.

"He's not like any man you've met," said Hermes. "Tell her what you're workin' on!"

Orpheus suddenly got even more excited than he already was. He loved talking about his music! "I'm working on a song. It isn't finished yet, but when it's done and when I sing it spring will come again."

[y/n] remembered what she had seen the day before. If the boy's short melody was able to turn a dry patch of grass into fresh, spring grass, then what could an entire song do!

"Come again," she said.

Orpheus was glad that she was interested in his song. "Spring will come!"

[y/n] rolled her eyes. "When? I haven't seen a spring or fall since, I can't recall." For as long as the girl could remember, the seasons changed from summer to winter, blazing hot to freezing cold. There was never any in between, and the world blamed the Gods for this imbalance.

"That's what I'm workin' on. A song to fix what's wrong. Take what's broken, make it whole. A song so beautiful it brings the world back into tune, back into time, and all the flowers will bloom. When you become my wife!"

"Oh, he's crazy. Why would I become his wife," said [y/n] to Hermes with a smile and a wink.

Hermes looked her right in the eyes and said, "Maybe because he'll make you feel alive." He winked at the girl and started on his walk home. It was up to Orpheus to figure it out from here.

Hermes' words made [y/n] think. She'd never met someone who could genuinely make her feel like this. She had been fighting for survival for so long that she didn't know what being alive felt like. So, [y/n] decided to take a chance. "Alive? That's worth a lot." She took Orpheus' hands and stared into his warm, kind eyes. "What else ya got?" 

Orpheus was ecstatic that the girl had found interest in him. He had so much to say to her! So many things to ask, so many things to tell, but Orpheus couldn't find the right words. So, the pair sat in silence staring at each other for a few seconds, Orpheus' hands still tangled in [y/n]'s. Finally, [y/n] decided to break the barrier. 

"Okay, Orpheus. If we're going to get married, where are you going to get the rings from? Especially with times being so rough around here financially."

"Don't worry! As long as I have my lyre and my singing voice, I, I mean we, can do anything. If I just play my song, the rivers will listen and break their banks for us. My song will get us gold from the rivers." Orpheus winked at [y/n]. "And this gold will look mighty fine on your finger."

[y/n] wasn't convinced that Orpheus could provide for both of them. So, she questioned him again. "We've got the rings, but if we get married who is going to lay the wedding table?"

"When I sing my song, all the trees will sing along. They will bend down and give us the fruit off their branches," Orpheus answered quickly.

Well he's got gold and fruit, but something is still missing! [y/n] thought to herself. She didn't want to give up on the boy just yet, so she questioned him one more time. Except this time, she brought up what Hermes had said about his song and the changing of the seasons. 

"Your father said you're working on a song. So when you sing it, spring really will come again?" [y/n] said this with a chuckle. She didn't believe that a simple song could change the seasons, let alone their lives. 

"Oh! That's not my father, that's just Hermes. He took me in when I was little, and yeah, here we are. But yes, he is correct. My song can change the seasons." 

"Why don't you sing it then?"

"It isn't finished."

"Sing it." There was a moment of awkward silence before [y/n] added, "You wanna take me home?"

"Yes," said Orpheus, softly.

"Sing the song."

Orpheus picked up his lyre and started strumming. He strummed for a while before starting to sing. "La la la la la la la."  He repeated this melody over and over again, each time more passionate than the last. As he did this, the rest of the world seemed to join in. A light breeze came and carried the dead leaves that surrounded the pair away. The sun started to shine as the clouds started to part. A single flower bloomed from a patch of fresh, green grass next to Orpheus' foot. It was [y/n]'s favorite- a red carnation. The girl sat in shock as the boy finished his song. He plucked the flower and handed it to [y/n]. She tucked it behind her ear and sat for a moment as a smile crept over her blushing cheeks.

"How'd you do that," she exclaimed.

"I don't know. The song's not finished though," Orpheus replied.

"Even so, it can do this?"

"I know..."

"You have to finish it!" [y/n] had fallen head over heels for this poor, dirty, but wonderful boy. "When we're married, who's gonna make the wedding bed?" 

"I will sing my song and the birds will listen. They will lend us their feathers and we will lie down in eiderdown, with pillows under our heads. The birds are going to make the wedding bed!"

"And the trees will make the wedding table!"

"And the rivers gonna give us the wedding bands."

[y/n], overwhelmed with love, leaped into Orpheus' arms. She believed in him and the crazy powers of his song. They sat there all day and all night holding each other, taking in the other's warmth, passion, and romance on the final day of this harsh winter.